A misunderstanding?
Like I said, from the moment you made your move, there was no misunderstanding.
Weakness was not an obstacle to survival. Arrogance was.
To attack a Rank 7 player within the Game World's sphere of influence, and near the First Main City, a war fortress built for slaughter.
The crime of provocation had already been established.
Did they really think the Game World could no longer wield its blade, or did they think the Dragon Race was qualified to challenge one of the Four Ruffians of the void?
But then again.
This matter could be made big or kept small.
The key was what the Rank 7 players present thought.
If they did not care, they could simply turn a blind eye and let it pass.
If they cared...
A heavily armored warrior stepped forward, cutting off the old dragon's retreat.
"Mister Yi, why not chop off this old dragon's head and carry it to the Dragon Race to demand an explanation?"
An Assassin also suggested, "Of course, the materials on this old dragon are worth some money too. I hope Mister Yi does not mind."
"Don't think it's too little, hahahaha."
"This is what Mister Yi deserves."
"The Dragon Race trespassed into our territory without authorization. They probably have no good intentions."
In just a few words, they seemed to have thoroughly arranged the old dragon's fate, yet Clarence Cantra relaxed instead.
Sure enough, these players were still conservative.
They would generally choose to turn major matters into minor ones and minor matters into nothing.
That was why he had dared to bring another high-ranking Dragon Race member to the First Main City to search for that bastard.
Those people seemed to be discussing how to divide him up.
In truth, they were cornering the last player